ALICE'S POV:
The fire crackled and hissed, its warmth doing nothing to soothe the cold fury in my heart. I stood there, motionless, staring into the flames. My hands trembled, not from fear, but from a twisted excitement that surged through my veins. Slowly, a sinister smile crept across my lips.
“Damien,” I whispered to the flames, letting the name roll off my tongue like venom. "You will be mine again, even if I have to burn everything to the ground.”
The cabin was my sanctuary, deep in the woods where no one dared to venture. It was far from the pack’s territory, far from the life I had once known. To the world, I was dead. I had faked my death to escape the chaos of my past. Everyone believed the lies, the elaborate story of my demise. It was better this way. It gave me time to plan
